390 Quotes by Tessa Dare

She stared at him, horrified. And thrilled. And horrified at being thrilled.

Every time you wake up, you let fly the most marvelous string of curses. It’s never the same twice, do you know that? It’s so intriguing. You’re like a rooster that crows blasphemy.

If you’ll only let me hold you, I won’t let you go.

She wants your secrets. She wants your soul. You’ve got to crack yourself open and find that broken, shameful piece of your heart that you’d hide from the world and God Himself if you could manage it. And then serve it up to her on a platter.

The love of books was an instant connection, and a true boon for a girl who tended toward shyness, because it was a source of endless conversation. A hundred questions sprang up in her mind, jostling with each other to reach the front of the queue. Did he prefer essays, dramas, novels, poems? How many books had he read, and in which languages? Which ones had he read again and again?

You heard her the other night,” Bruiser said. “She wants love. And devotion and compromise. Funny, isn’t it, how women seem to want those things, when they’re saying words like ‘Till death do us part.

She’d been mad for him as a girl, but she’d chalked that up to youthful infatuation. She’d tracked the events of his life religiously for a decade, but she’d told herself that was idle curiosity. And now... now she desired him so much she could scarcely stand, but surely that was only lust. Wasn’t it?

Is it truly so unfathomable, that an imperfect girl might be perfectly loved?

She’d declined to attend parties and balls, citing her devotion to the Highland hero of her dreams – but really because she’d preferred to stay home with a book.